Penance

Location: Chicago, Illinois: The Best Arena
Date: October 2, 2022

We cut live to the inside of The Best Arena and a panning shot showing the throng of High Octane faithful readily anticipating another live Chaos. The shot then cuts to Hall of Fame announcer Joe Hoffman.

Joe Hoffman: Welcome everyone to CHAOS!!!!……….

 

“Mr. Stevens……”

 

Joe Hoffman: We’re seeing a different side of Scott Stevens, and I never thought I’d see the day, but I actually miss the old one.

Stevens comes up behind Hollywood, locks his arms around his waist, then throws him backward into a German suplex. Not wasting any time, he holds onto Hollywood, brings him back to his feet, then switches grips to a full nelson, then flips him over backward with another suplex.

Joe Hoffman: Suplex village!

Stevens stalks Hollywood now, waits for him to rise, then runs in and bulldogs him toward the corner. Stevens flips him over and screams at Boettcher to count.

Joe Hoffman: Big bulldog! Going for the pin!

ONE!!

TWO!!!

THR…. KICKOUT!!

 

“Mr. Stevens……”

 

Joe Hoffman: Stevens is losing it! I’ve never seen Stevens lose his temper and get this vicious!

Both men are up quickly and Stevens puts a boot straight to Brian Hollywood’s midsection. He roughly grabs Hollywood by the head and swings him around and into the ropes. Stevens rushes forward with a scream and throws a knee at the head of Brian Hollywood, but he ducks.

Joe Hoffman: The knee misses!

Hollywood hits the ropes full speed and hits the Executive Degree right in the middle of the ring.

Joe Hoffman: Executive Decree!! Brian Hollywood caught Scott Stevens flush in the chin! This might do it!!

Hollywood drops to cover, hooks the leg…

ONE!!!

TWO!!!

THREE!!!!

Brian McVay: The winner of the match, in 10 minutes, 13 seconds…. BRIIIIIIAAAAAANNN HOOOOOLLLLLYWOOOOOOD!!!

 

“MISTER! STEVENS!”

The emphasized shouting breaks the Texan’s trance from his laptop as he snaps to attention as he stops the replay of his match on HOTv as the camera is zoomed in on Hollywood with his hand held high in victory.

“Yes? What is it?”

Scott turns with a look of disdain in on his face towards his office door to see a member of the EPU standing there.

“It’s time.”

The guard informs Stevens who lets out a sigh.

“I’ll be right there.”

Stevens replies as the EPU member nods and steps outside of the office. Stevens slowly reaches up and takes his signature 97 Red circular sunglasses off and places them gently onto his wooden desk. He slowly opens his eyes revealing one emerald eye and the other still not fully healed from his battle with Scottywood and the cross shaped scar over it. Scott turns and looks at the Cross of Best dangling on the wall behind him.

“I have failed YOU my GOD. Please forgive me and give me the strength needed to endure what happens next.”

Stevens asks as he prays to the cross before slowly rising from his black leather chair and moving towards the cross and kissing the bald forehead of Lee Best in the center of it. Stevens gives one final look towards the cross and makes his way towards the door and steps outside and he is immediately surrounded by a horde of EPU.

“Lead the way gentlemen.”

Stevens commands and the EPU lead the way down the hallway. Once they reach the elevator the guard on the front left presses the button for the elevator and after a few seconds….

DING!

The EPU and Stevens step inside and one of the guards press the B button. There is silence in the elevator except “Undead” coming in from the elevator speakers as the doors close and slowly ascends downward.

DING!

The elevator doors slowly open and we are in the basement of The Best Arena and the EPU front guard steps out followed by Stevens and the rear guard as they lead the Texan down a barely lit concrete path and stop in front of a door that reads, “KEEP OUT.” The EPU form a path in front of the door and Stevens takes a deep breath before heading toward the door. He reaches out with his right hand and his Hall of Fame ring glistens in the barely lit area and turns the knob. The Texan enters the room and closes the door.

“Where it all began”

Stevens mutters to himself as he scans the room and notices things have changed since the last time he was down here…..living here. Firstly, it has been cleaned up as his piles of trash, uneaten stash of catering food, and event programs are non-existent. However, his mattress that he found tossed in the dumpster is leaning against one of the walls to serve as a reminder that even the saved can still fall back to hard times. Stevens quickly turns his head away from it as the mere sight of it makes him sick to his stomach. He slowly turns his head back towards the mattress and anger surges throughout his body as he rushes over to it and picks it up and tosses it to the floor. Scott jumps onto it and reaches into his pocket and produces a Bottomline pen and begins to stab the mattress.

“Never again! Never again! NEVER AGAIN!”

Stevens shouts as he stabs the pen deep into the mattress before slowly yanking it down as if he was gutting something open.

“Never…..again.”

Stevens says to himself out of breath as he puts the pen back into his pocket. He hawks a loogie onto the mattress before heading towards the exit. The Texan opens the door and exits the room. The lead EPU guard stands before him and the Texan looks down at his hand and slowly with extreme hesitation pulls off his Hall of Fame ring and hands it to the guard.

“Take good care of it.”

Stevens says to the guard who nods as they head back towards the elevator. Once inside the elevator, the head back up to the main level and as they exit they follow the main corridor and they head towards the place where every wrestler that has stepped through HOW knows very well, the Gorilla position. Stevens stares at the ominous 97 Red curtain before slowly taking off his suit jacket and dropping it onto the floor. He begins to take off his tie as he passes through the curtain and the EPU follow behind. Once on the steel stage, Stevens tosses the tie behind him before unbuttoning his shirt as he walks down the ramp and dropping it behind him. Stevens cautiously climbs up the steps and into the ring to a waiting party of the EPU. Two EPU members produce handcuffs from their belts and cuff the Texan to the top rope while two others wielding kendo sticks enter the ring. The lead EPU agent makes sure the cuffs are secure and checks the validity of the kendo sticks before making his way of to Stevens.

“Are you sure you want to do this?”

The lead agent asks Stevens who nods.

“Yes, I failed HIM multiple times already and I have to atone and ask for forgiveness.”

Stevens replies and the EPU agent shakes his head as he signals to the guards with the kendo sticks.

WHACK!

The sickening thud echoes throughout the empty arena and Stevens drops to a knee before pulling himself back up.

“AGAIN!”

Stevens screams and the second guard drills him.

WHACK!

The second shot is more brutal than the first and a blood curling scream exit the Texas bad ass’s mouth, but Scott eventually pulls himself back up.

“You hit like a bunch of pussies!”

WHACK!

WHACK!

This time both EPU agents tee off on the Texan causing him to drop to both knees and tears start to trickle down as the pain courses through his body and welts begin to form over his back, but Stevens start to pick himself up.

“Fucking puss…….

WHACK!

WHACK!

Both attack Stevens again and this time blood begins to appear and drip down the Texan’s back

WHACK!

Stevens immediately tenses up from the pain and he just hangs there and the EPU agents look at each other.

“Maybe we should stop.”

One of the agents says as Stevens hangs in obvious pain.

“He asked for this so if he wants to stop he’ll tell us to.”

The other agent replies before Stevens interrupts.

“If you stop, I’ll tell HIM and both of you will both be Bottomlined next show by me. Do you want that?”

Stevens barely gets the question out as they both shake their head.

“Good. Now hit me you fucks…..”

WHACK!

WHACK!

Stevens drops to his knees and the lead EPU agent steps in and takes the kendo stick and delivers the final and tenth lash.

WHACK!

“Number ten. Uncuff him and clean him up.”

The agent orders his team, but Stevens has other ideas.

“We aren’t done.”

Stevens informs the EPU and they all stare at him with great confusion on their faces.

“What?”

The agent asks confused.

“That was the back, I still have my front to go.”

Stevens can barely get the words out before ordering the EPU to uncuff him and tangle him into the ropes and recuffing him.

“Ay Dios mio.”

The lead agent says to himself as he tells his men to do what Scott says before tossing the kendo stick back to his agent and watching the torture take place again.

———————————————-

After my flagellance, I had an epiphany.

This epiphany stated that I had everything wrong because my message was correct, but how I was going about it was wrong. You see, only Gods can survive in HOW and every God needs a Board, but not everyone should be welcome into the House of Best. You see, when our GOD created the Best Alliance he did so of the best, ruthless, or even some of the most fearless individuals there were, but that didn’t always translate well because even our great Savior made mistakes. HE chose poorly sometimes and that lead to bad incarnations of the Best Alliance. You see, the House of Best isn’t just a group it is a family. To be a part of this you have to be some of the best to have ever compete in HOW.

You have GOD.

You have the SON of GOD.

You have the GOD of SONS.

You have the Demi-GOD.

You have the Second Greatest Mind in Wrestling.

You have the King of Everything.

You have the Stallion.

We are the House of Best.

When I said the House of Best can do wonders I was lying about that because that is the truth it saved me from of path I don’t want to experience again. However, I was just trying to recruit everyone and their mother to join and that takes off the prestige and respect that comes with being a part of this family. I tried to recruit Bob Greiner because he was a Hall of Famer in another company when he hasn’t done dick in HOW except flake faster than the eGG Bandits. I tried to recruit Xander Azula, fucking mistake. I tried to recruit Bobbinette Carey because she is a past Hall of Famer and champion but she only cares about herself and she brings nothing but disease to the table. She would be a living cancer to this family and she’d eat us from the inside. Brian Hollywood should’ve been the first to recruit because he is still lost and just needs and little guidance and I believe we can help him with that, but we shall see.

This week on Chaos I face Conor Fuse and Conor doesn’t have to worry about me asking him to join the House of Best because I already know his answer, but the simple fact is he hasn’t earned the right for me to ask him. Sure he is a former two time world champion, but he has lost that killer instinct long ago. He would rather play dress up with Bobbinette Carey and watch Pretty in Pink and discuss why their boyfriends dumped them while eating bon-bons and crying into stuffed STRONK pillows.

Do I respect Conor Fuse?

Yes.

Do I like him?

No.

Is he better than me?

Fuck no.

Conor can say all he wants but he knows I was his toughest foe while he was trying not to defend 97 Red and I may have come up short then, but I won’t come up short now. I can’t come up because I want to please HIM, and being defeated by this GAMEBOY is not in the passages of the Book of Best. The passages of the good Book clearly state that the Joystick Master is a stepping stone for all in the House of Best. I don’t need to step because I am going to stomp my way over him and be victorious in HIS name. This Sunday on Chaos in front of the world I am going to sacrifice you for HIM and soften you up for THEM. You see Conor, I saw that you had some rage and fire in you that you had seemed to have lost in between your John Hughes marathon with Carey, but anyone can wield a weapon and claim that aren’t scared of STRONK daddy. You barely survived me so what thinks you can survive him at Alcatraz? Now that I have been empowered by 97 Red your chances of defeating me again have drastically gone down.

The old me would love to have you in the House of Best, but that was the old me and the new me realizes you don’t have what it takes. Your fire and your passion that you had against Sutler Reynolds-Kael has long since been extinguished and you can say it hasn’t, but your body of work tells a different story. You haven’t been the same. You’ve been more like a hanged man just turning the pages trying to find what to do next now that you’ve accomplished your goal. I, on the other hand, have been redeemed and refocused by the GOD you despise and it has done wonders for me and I will prove this Sunday night when I become empowered by all the greats HE has empowered through the years and put you down just enough for STRONK to finish you off at the pay-per-view.

Praised be our Savior, Lee Best.

DILLIGAF.